Letras de Even The Spirits Are Afraid - The Gathering

Even The Spirits Are Afraid (original)

You think you were earning
Burning the church of your god
You were yearning
Learning the birth of your dirt
Did you think you earned it
Burning your god
That you thought messed up your life?
You spill red
On my cloudy carpet
You think you were earning
Burning the church of your god
You were yearning
Learning the birth of your dirt
Did you think you earned it
Burning your god
That you thought messed up your life?
You spill red
On my cloudy carpet
Your skin turns dust
On my cloudy carpet
You think
You were earning
Burning
Your skin turns dust
No more you were yearning
Burning
Burning
Your skin turns dust
Your skin turns to dust
When holding it close to the sun
And it burns the skin from you’re your precious sun
It burns the skin
It burns the skin
It burns the skin

(traducción)

Crees que estabas ganando
Quemando la iglesia de tu dios
estabas anhelando
Aprendiendo el nacimiento de tu suciedad
¿Creías que te lo habías ganado?
Quemando a tu dios
¿Que pensaste que arruinó tu vida?
derramas rojo
En mi alfombra nublada
Crees que estabas ganando
Quemando la iglesia de tu dios
estabas anhelando
Aprendiendo el nacimiento de tu suciedad
¿Creías que te lo habías ganado?
Quemando a tu dios
¿Que pensaste que arruinó tu vida?
derramas rojo
En mi alfombra nublada
Tu piel se vuelve polvo
En mi alfombra nublada
Crees
estabas ganando
Incendio
Tu piel se vuelve polvo
No más estabas anhelando
Incendio
Incendio
Tu piel se vuelve polvo
Tu piel se convierte en polvo
Al sostenerlo cerca del sol
Y quema la piel de tu precioso sol
Quema la piel
Quema la piel
Quema la piel